I was holier back then,
following the rules, and agreeing,
loving the security,
of the structure,
learning more than faith though,
pointing fingers, at the world,
while my wife was in tears,
wondering who I was,
and where it was all heading.
Then boulders fell,
one disaster after another,
crushing us, without killing us.
Through the sorrow, my wife taught me,
what it means,
and I’m forever grateful.
I just hate learning,
the hard way.
Love is holy.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“If you love nature, you will love people.”